This is a song about "3 nuts"

And meetin' mr. folarin could get you cardiac problems

Fuck a church slut well not really she just slurped nuts,

And the paranoia's clutch was enough to rupture nuts

I know howard that college, but uptown has some problems

Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones

And the paranoia's clutch was enough to rupture nuts

He has bust our nuts

Shout out my nigga miles

And you ain't gettin' it, 'til you start payin' jewels

Proud of the fact,that they're making you nuts,

As she goes through the levels

And im going so fucking nuts

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

Go nuts, instrumental flow much

The day has come, dipset remains the ones

Fuck the lord, god and jesus can suck my saggy nuts